The Sea

Sad souls seem to love the sea.

I once read a poem about why the ocean was blue, and nothing else I've ever read has ever felt more true.

When sadness feels endless, fathomless. When it touches the horizon, you begin to drown in unknown. Uncharted waters, if you will. It all seems like too much.

The weight is too heavy.

But in the water, the weight is different. The water wears the weight of the world for you, and you're able to move freely. It gives you a sense of freedom, and a sense of longing because you know when you leave the water, the weight will wear you down once again.

Sad souls seem to love the sea.

If you ask me, it's as if that's where heavy hearts are meant to be.